I scribble, sketch and doodle all the time but my doodles are most likely to turn into human figures, usually women. Some of it for my painting, some just as story-telling for my almost-5 year old.
I wouldn’t go so far as to call this ‘art journalling’, right now I’ll settle for calling it my daily sketch.
All that art journal surfing just may have made an impact on me, but really it’s a bit early to talk. It’s just that, perhaps if I put a sketch up here every now and then, I may be forced to do more. Right now these are terribly tentative sketches – directly with a pen; pencil is my thing. And believe me, it requires a lot of guts to even post these!
As I mentioned before, there’s no doubt the daily sketching makes you search for details in the mundane. In fact, I keep looking around me and thinking, there’s nothing to sketch here! which obviously isn’t true.
Yesterday I sketched the glass jar with money plants that I have hanging on my balcony. And this morning, I sketched two Indian Bulbuls and it felt so tentative and unsure that it was scary for someone who’s been drawing and painting for years! In fact, I’m forced to admit that the only thing the clinches the fact that they are birds at all is that they’re perched on a tree. Sigh.